#TWD Dwight

[tokillaking13]

your honor my client was simply just going through his ":3" arc

[storywriter12]

What nicknames do they call you🥰

Rick:he will call you:baby, sweetheart, snuggle bug, and bunny

Daryl:he will call you:mine, hunny, sweetheart

Negan:he will call you:baby, his girl,doll, sexy, kitten,bun and gorgeous

Simon:he will call you:beautiful, boo, peanut, kitten,baby, lovely, cutie and wifey

Glenn:he will call you:babe, beautiful, angel, marshmallow,love,his,boo, cute and honey bee

Abraham:he will call you:tough lady, little one (because you are a lot smaller than him) baby, hot stuff and dear

Paul rovia “jesus “ he will call you : sunshine, pookie, baby boo, sassy (only when you are being sassy to gregory), pudding, cutie bear and snuggles

Dwight:what he calls you: baby,my love, twinky, pretty one, baby girl, beautiful, the one and sweetness

King ezekiel:he will call you:Queen, treasure, his rose, love, baby, beautiful, my lady and sweetie

[officertired]

[mas0ch1st1cbaby]

Commission I did for @tastytaboo and @ranebowstitches

:p 💖🫀

[lazyneonrabbitt]

MarchWeres NSFW prompt

Predator/Prey

Dwight x reader

Running up and down the stairs of the Sanctuary was not how you had planned to spend your afternoon.

It had been two weeks since Negan had successfully gotten your boyfriend bitten by the beast he captured and the effects were getting painfully clear now.

Dwight never snapped at you before, now he got agitated by even a loud breath and today it got so bad you walked out of the late night emergency meeting.

Which is why he was chasing you now, up the staircase and stumbling over his feet in rage. You heard him closing in on you, his growling breaths and heavy boots getting closer to the corner you stood behind to catch your breath. You had to get away from him, he scared you now. Whatever he was it wasn't your sweet lover who'd use his high rank to bring you food.

"Now, now. You're not making this much fun, getting caught so easily." This Dwight scared you. He always loved you sweet and delicately and now in those last few days all you saw in his bright glowing eyes was hunger.

"Ahw come on, honey. I'll make it fair and let you run some more. Go!" He wouldn't round the corner, his entire body felt like it was burning, his skin crawling and his mind howling at him to catch you. His girlfriend. His mate.

You sprinted at his "Go!" and took sharp turns up the emergency stairs in the hopes of losing him and ended up on the roof. The door wouldn't lock from the outside so your best shot was to round the small bit of walls surrounding the entry and stay still.

He didn't lose you, he had your scent and easily sniffed you out.

Each step he took after getting onto the roof took a toll on his humanity. You heard his growling breaths and deep, animalistic sniffs to find you, and when he did he wasn't Dwight. Scraps of fabric hung on his frame, remnants of your favorite shirt of his and strips of his jeans dangled as his tail swayed from side to side. He stood taller than before and the only way you could even still recognize the creature as Dwight was the fur color and the burned half of his face.

So even the all healing curse couldn't reverse Negan's torture. He missed an ear in this form, too.

His low growls had you frozen in place, unable to run because he's catch you anyways. He was already skinny as a human, but in this form it was even worse. The long legs and pointed claws, long thin snout it was all so lanky.

You were too scared to take your eyes off him as he approached, leaning down and sniffing at you before grabbing at you and tossing you aside. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to bruise later.

The beast had space now, able to easily move around and pull at your limbs to get you where he wanted. He might have not been your Dwight in your eyes, but the beast still had his emotions. It became clear when you looked him over.

"Man, it sucks dates ate barely a thing anymore in this world.." You two sat next to each other on the staircase, enjoying a sandwich in peace. It was one of the few moments you had together. Lunch. Your shifts barely ever lined up and all the time you shared in your room was spent sleeping. "Yeah. I'm sorry, honey. I should get us a day off to just do nothing."

He always apologized, even when he didn't need to. "Hey, I'll even take a rooftop picknick. Maybe late night snacks and then fuck on the roof?" It was mostly a joke, no way of having any privacy anywhere in or around the building except for in your room. But still he laughed and agreed joking. "Yeah, sounds good to me."

The creature sat hunched over you with its muzzle barely an inch from your cheek. You felt its sniffing breaths on your skin but were too distracted by other things to mind it. The memory of your shared stairway lunch flashed by as you stared down his body and your eyes landed on his erect cock.

"Dee?" He growled and pressed his wet nose to your skin and pawed at your clothes.

"Okay, it is still you, right honey?" Your hands still hadn't moved as you watched him nod. The panic in your system started to fade slowly as you followed his movements and understanding you had no other way out than to give him his treat for capturing his prey. He won his game so he expects a prize.

He was still your Dwight, so you saw no real problem as long as he stayed calm like this.

"Okay, okay. Calm down with the claws, I'll help." He pauzed immediately, following your hands as they did the delicate work of unbuttoning your pants and unlooping the elastic from the button to pull down your zip. But as soon as that was done he was back to pulling at the fabric to get you naked.

He didn't lose his eagerness. His movements even mimiced those of his human self so you knew what was happening and when, so you knew you had to toe off your shoes before he yanked your pants down and went to push up your shirt and lap at your stomach and chest. He loved the softness and went to grab at your hips to pull you against him. It gave you a moment to unclasp your bra and within a second his tongue found your now uncovered tits.

You were so dustracted that the prod of his tip against your entrance caught you off guard and you you yelped a bit. His rumbling laugh relaxed you immediately after as he started working his way inside of you less careful than you were used to.

Little groans of pain left you but Dwight disn't seem to hear you, too lost in how good you felt. His tongue hanging out of his parted maw as he thrust into you lazily now that he was fully in.

The roll of his hips quickly turned pleasurable and your groans turned into whines and moans while your hands found his fur to hold onto and your legs wrappes around his hips.

Dwight started to grt sloppy, thrusts uneven and grumbling incoherently as he worked you both to your highs. His clawed hamd grabbed yours to lead it down bwtween the two of you, not wanting to accidentally scratch you with his claws, so you went to rub at your clit for him, just the way he'd always do for you.

With your walls clamping around him so deliciously he didn't need long before he shovee himself inside down to the base and spilling deep within you, the stretch of his knot pressing at all the right spots and pulling you over the edge with him.

When you both came back down you gave each other a look and couldn't help but laugh.

He might have lost his ability to speak in thia form, but the soft nuzzling against your cheek said enough.

[gerathewise]

they are so funny lmao 👁️👁️

[spaceic]

Relatable am I right

[ponomar23]

Dwight Dwight Dwight❤️

[dylanblakesgal]

Chris Mclean breaks into Dwight's house to recruit him to Total Drama Island parody edit video So Chris Mclean gets into Dwight's house somehow with Chef Hatchet to make him join as a intern he refuses so Chris Mclean and Chef Hatchet has to use force to get on the boat to go be there intern at Total Drama Island unmute to hear.

Original Video by: JustinTheMemeLord

[tokillaking13]

[storywriter12]

How they hold your hand

Rick⬆️

Daryl⬆️

Negan⬆️

Simon⬆️

Glenn⬆️

Abraham⬆️

Paul rovia "Jesus"⬆️

Dwight⬆️

King ezekiel⬆️

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Headcanon FTWD {DWIGHT}

OKAY OKAY

In season 8, when Sherry and Dwight are burying Finch, Dwight looks up at the headstone Sherry made, and says, "Finch is the name PADRE gave him."

And, and I think he says this because he wanted to name Finch something else.

He wanted to name Finch after one of his best friends

Dwight wanted to name his son after John.

[plamglam]

dwight

I love everything twd related. Not just twdg. Dwight has always been one of my favorite comics characters

[yaguyalt]

Whisperers is a good arc in my opiniuom

[lazyneonrabbitt]

MarchWeres prompt day 25

Not a dog either.

Dwight x reader

It wasn't long after you found out your partner was a werewolf, being terrified of him for a week before slowly warming up to him again. No wonder Negan always called him his guard dog and took him on almost all his trips. He was his literal guard dog.

And now that you knew you started noticing all those little things he did, like now when he was trying to focus and you bounced your little ball against the wall and back. "Can you quit that, please? It's distracting." He complained while you saw him force himself not to perk up and keep his eyes on the ball going back and forth. "You know we can go out and play fetch if you wanna blow off some steam, right?" You said with a laugh, but he only dismissed it with a sigh and went out to go grab dinner. And the differences in plates was so obvious now. Where your plate had the regular portions for your ranks, Dwight's held double the amount of meat, and his ration of chocolate as dessert had moved over to your side of tray. "Why do you always give me these? I never asked and not all women are chocolate-holics you know." You scooted the piece back to his side but he quickly put it back with yours. "Can't have it. Allergic." You squinted at him and widened your eyes in surprise, letting out a giggle. "Wait. You have a dog's food allergies? Is that why you never eat the fresh grapes?"

Dwight rubbed a hand over his face in annoyance. "I swear," he sighed. "For the last time, I'm not a dog."

[atlasrox]